I went into the living room and picked up the glossy blue folder from the coffee table.

I carried it into the kitchen and laid it under the overhead light.

I took out the invoice from Summit Restorations.

“Listen here,” I said.

“Fourteen thousand dollars to fix a roof.”

“Home repairs are terribly expensive,” Eleanor said.

“We spent nine thousand on our own roof five years ago.”

I ran my thumb over the printed mountain logo.